Perpetual Ruin

Verily, Verily I say unto thee That I am utterly appalled by your Words and your deeds And while I pray that I forgive you In multiples of seventy I quietly wonder if you'll pay for your deceit You're one of the many to fall away He who breathes out lies will not escape There will come a day You will take the blame for all the pain you gave Stand up tall It won't be long The white throne calls your name You're next in line I see darkness in his eyes Intent on suffering His silver tongue provides Excuses for his deeds He pities not the broken and honors not the least of these But he will stand, before a living God And reap the suffering One day he'll stand before a living God And pay for all their pain